[ No mincing words. There's a sliver of Iorveth that wants to think that he understands a fraction of what Astarion is feeling, even if not on the same scale or magnitude: he's been confronted with the futility of his existence, and chose the continued humiliation of kicking and screaming against extinction in lieu of dying with dignity. He wants to think that he understands how hard it is; he wants to think that he understands the weight of it.
A low breath, and Iorveth reaches to cup his palms on either side of Astarion's face. Bracketing him, and turning his head to align their focus, one eye to two eyes. ]
And you'll have to make a choice. On your own terms this time, and of your own volition.
[ No one forced Astarion to come back here. Astarion decided that he had to, which Iorveth respects more than Astarion may realize. The sternness of his gaze gives way to something noticeably softer, a little resigned. He expects pushback, but that's fine. ]
A final farewell to your past, no matter what form it takes. Trust me, I know the feeling.
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[ No mincing words. There's a sliver of Iorveth that wants to think that he understands a fraction of what Astarion is feeling, even if not on the same scale or magnitude: he's been confronted with the futility of his existence, and chose the continued humiliation of kicking and screaming against extinction in lieu of dying with dignity. He wants to think that he understands how hard it is; he wants to think that he understands the weight of it.
A low breath, and Iorveth reaches to cup his palms on either side of Astarion's face. Bracketing him, and turning his head to align their focus, one eye to two eyes. ]
And you'll have to make a choice. On your own terms this time, and of your own volition.
[ No one forced Astarion to come back here. Astarion decided that he had to, which Iorveth respects more than Astarion may realize. The sternness of his gaze gives way to something noticeably softer, a little resigned. He expects pushback, but that's fine. ]
A final farewell to your past, no matter what form it takes. Trust me, I know the feeling.